Journal: free rhymes
-------------------------------------------Mood: critical
The piece below was written when I was a teenager. It says nothing; but it's short, quick to examine. It's free verse with a trope, some sonance and rhyme, but without them, it would be just a surly grunt. When I rediscovered this souvenir yesterday, I wondered what sort of comments it might get on ES!
That is - is it a real poem? Because it's about being inarticulate!
The famous poetry scholar Harold Bloom might say it's garbage because no intellectual content. But maybe the long dead haiku master Basho would call it an OK haiku sentiment. There seems nothing here that would expand to the turn of a sonnet (for example). This is a puzzle to me - just as a critic - for personally I still like the make of this piece!
At Lake Taupo
Grey clouds, white clouds dancing;
tall pines sway, asleep
yet they grow.
Can their old groves know
the lake's grace: that the sun glancing
and these quick winds may say
no word of the deep?
...Created 2008-10-16 22:46:41 [ View Past Journals ] [ View as Blog ] |
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